گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Rain chanting
Voices from my land
Falling sounds
The old curse bound
Me down
Chained far
In fog I lie
In misty sea of lies
With gleaming eyes
Into void I stare
Exiled, mystified
Though the sacred halls I'll bring
Demise, eternal ice
The end of your reign upon time
Your world I'll swallow
In wintry eternal night
Smell destiny
In the vast
Motionless agony
Of the plane
Where the river stops
And gods belong
